Post by C.J. Gates on Sept 18, 2011 11:25:39 GMT -4
"They never change."
The scene opens up inside of an old run down office where APW World Heavyweight champion Rico Casteel can be seen pacing in front of an oak desk. Seated behind that desk is none other than Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third, the APW Heavyweight title sitting on the top of the desk, closest to Rico.
Rico: He's the exact same as everyone else. They think of me as nothing more than an ape, and they don't take me seriously.
Colonel: Wouldn't that, I say, wouldn't that work to your advantage, son?
Rico: But if I was four inches shorter and sixty pounds lighter no one would say anything about it, right? They would just pass me off as one of the guys.
Colonel: Are you insecure?
Rico turns to face a smiling Colonel.
Rico: Shut the fuck up, old man. You know what I mean. After all that I have done over the past year, people still don't take me seriously. What must I do to achieve that? Do I need to repeat my performance in MMA? Must I make people take notice?
Colonel: I'd say you have, son. You've beaten everyone in your path.
Rico: But there are still people like Johnny Brown who don't take me seriously.
Colonel: They're just jealous, I'd say. Jealous like the second place pig at a county fair.
Rico: They never change.
Rico shakes his head and continues his pacing. There is a knock on the door before it is opened.
"There he is!"
Rico turns to face the door and rolls his eyes.
Rico: Speaking of things that never change...
Mookie: Aw, c'mon big man, don't gotta be that way.
Rico: I thought we had a deal, half pint.
Mookie LaBraun stands in the doorway wearing a vibrant green pimp suit, complete with a wide brimmed hat, which he removes and places on an end table by the door.
Mookie: Deal, schmeal. I figured now that you gotta bit a gold 'round your waist, you could ditch Santa Claus here and we could make tha dream team!
Rico: On what planet would that be a good idea? You and your cousin did nothing but hound me until I finally sent the two of you packing.
Mookie: Well, I ain't speakin' for my cuz, but I can tell ya that I'm back!
Rico's eyes go wide as he marches forward and grabs Mookie by his oversized lapels on his jacket and hoists him into the air. Luckily for Mookie, the jacket was two size too big and he manages to slip out of the jacket and backs away from Rico.
Mookie: Ooo, looks like I still got it!
Colonel: Excuse me, I say, excuse me, Mr...
Mookie: Mookie. PHD in sellin' the good stuff.
Mookie moves around the desk and grabs the Colonels hand, shaking it with a toothy smile. He then takes up position behind the Colonel, and away from a snarling Rico.
Rico: You motherfucker.
Mookie: Easy big guy! Why can't we all be friends. You've gotta big match this week, right?
Rico: A simple roadblock, but even if it was, you'd be the last person I'd go to for help.
Mookie: Johnny Brown, he ain't a cool cat, I could help ya!
Rico: You know all about uncool cats first hand?
Rico smiles as Mookie looks at the Colonel.
Mookie: I'm insulted.
Rico: And you're about to be beaten into a pulp. It will give me practice before I get the opportunity to smash Johnny Browns bad English dental work down his throat.
Mookie: Says who?
Rico: You've got to leave some time.
Rico steps in front of the door and crosses his arms. Mookie looks back at the window.
Mookie: What floor we on?
Colonel: Fourteenth.
Mookie: Gramps, please, cut tha lies! You got an escape hatch around here.
The Colonel points to the door and Rico laughs.
Rico: Whenever you're ready, Mookie.
Mookie looks around and after contemplating, he runs around the desk and tries to slide through the legs of Rico, but the champion reaches down and grabs Mookie's ankle and lifts him up into the air by it. Smiling, Rico drops Mookie right onto a wooden coffee table.
Mookie: Pimp....Down....
Rico shakes his head and walks forward, grabbing the title off the desk.
Colonel: Where, I say, where are you going, son?
Rico: I have to go get ready to deport some British piece of shit. Because I know that like the shit stain there, Johnny Brown isn't going to listen to me. So while I can say everything that comes to me mind, the real talking will be done in the ring when I shut him up for good.
Rico takes a few steps toward the door.
Rico: And by the end of the night, there is no doubt in my mind that the True Brit is going to look like the sack of shit he really is. Then things will change.
Rico storms out of the room as the Colonel leans back in his chair.
Colonel: Thing will change, indeed.
He smiles some more and the weak moans of Mookie can still be heard echoing throughout the office as the scene fades to black.
"You're a dime a dozen, Johnny.
"You might have won a title last week, but nothing has changed about you. You are not suddenly the heir to my throne, and you are definitely not the next man to carry this Asylum on his shoulders. Yes, you think that you're big shit and you feel like your owed a title shot now, just like every other piece of trash peasant around here.
"And just like every single one of them, you're falling into the same patterns. Calling me stupid, saying that I have nothing going on in my head. That I am the dumbest of the dumb. Yet each and every week, I come out before my people and I give them no reason to question my intelligence. I talk a game tougher than most people can expect to ever see, and I then translate that into success inside of the ring. I am not some ape beating my chest because I haven't been fed. I am not some roided up freak who needs to have the biggest muscles in the joint.
"I'm the God damn King of the Asylum.
"Your King, Johnny, lest you forget that.
"And your APW World Heavyweight champion. The names that I have not only beaten, but also put to rest, may not mean anything to you, but they should. They should because in the cases of Chris Defoe, James Chambers and Chris Cyrus, they either stood at the top of this game once, or they were well known amongst the APW faithful. And to get to where I stand today, I made sure that I not only beat them, but I destroyed them. That I put the stamp on why I deserve to be where I stand right now.
"Which I'm sure you and your tea drinking ways are going to try and do. You are going to try and make a strong case for yourself to be added to that chamber. And quite frankly, I would welcome that thought, because then I could destroy you twice in the span of a month and a half and enjoy every bit of it.
"But I'm getting ahead of myself.
"Because before I can destroy you inside of that chamber, I am going to destroy you in front of your boyfriend, Jason Kash. I am going to make sure that each and everyone of the peasants in my kingdom see that you are nothing more than the bottom of the barrell. The best man of those that have no hope at rising up to the top. Yes, I know that you are the Tap Out champion, I know that you came so close to winning the battle royal last week...but all of that means jack shit, Johnny.
"Jason Kash was the Tap Out champion when he drew the undesireable pleasure of facing off against me, and I made short work of him inside of the ring. So while you might think you're better than him because you took his title, you're still just a bottom feeder. And quite frankly, because Kash beat you in that battle royal, I don't think you've actually reached his level just yet.
"Though I like how you try and play your words to your advantage. You think I kept my title away from you? How long have you been in the Asylum? A month? You've been on two shows? What makes you think that you would have had the chance to fight for my title. So, no, I haven't been hiding my title away from you in fear, I'm just not sold on you being a rightful challenger. Understand? You've got to show me that you are worthy of getting a title shot. And beating Kash and nearly winning a first blood battle royal against the rest of the peasants, well that doesn't really do it for me, you know?
"No, probably not. Because you're some hot shot who thinks he owns this place. Who thinks he owns my fucking kingdom. I don't need a crown or a robe to signify that I own it, the World Heavyweight title does that well enough. And soon, you'll know as well, don't worry about that. You might not want to understand it now, but after Asylum, you sure will.
"And who knows, maybe you'll even realize why I was removed from the mixed martial arts scene. You'll realize that it wasn't because I didn't have the heart for it, or because I couldn't cut it anymore. No, if you're lucky, Johnny, you'll realize that the reason I was forced out of that cage was because I ended someones life. Because I pummeled some poor sap until he no longer showed an signs of life. I know, I know, how on Earth am I hear if I've killed someone. Well, I've done my time, and when I was released, I felt like I still needed a way to vent my anger. And since the MMA route was still blocked...well, here I am.
"But you would know all of that if you had cared enough to do your research, Johnny. You would known every single word of that if you had cared enough to actually lern about who your opponents are instead of just running your British mouth and expecting all of us to care.
"You want to know why people actually take heed of what I say? You want to know why they care?
"Because I've backed it up.
"And as far as I'm concerned, you haven't.
"So the question becomes, Johnny, what can you prove this week? You've already been shut out ofthe Extreme Elimination Chamber at One Night in Hell, yet you still hope to prove yourself. To what avail? Are you hoping that you can replace me or Kash in the match? The two who have actually earned those spots. Or are you hoping that Reginald will take pity on you and throw you in out of good faith.
"Whatever your dream is, it doesn't matter really, because by the end of the night, the Tap Out champion is going to realize just why I am the World Heavyweight champion and why I was the most dominating Suicidal champion. You are going to realize that True Brit has no place being mentioned in the same sentence as yours truly let alone standing in the same ring. After all, you are just a simple peasant and I am the King of the Asylum.
"I am the most dominant force that the Asylum has ever seen.
"I will make sure that you are rudely introduced to my Kingdom of Madness.
"And your head will definitely be kicked in."
The scene opens up inside of an old run down office where APW World Heavyweight champion Rico Casteel can be seen pacing in front of an oak desk. Seated behind that desk is none other than Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third, the APW Heavyweight title sitting on the top of the desk, closest to Rico.
Rico: He's the exact same as everyone else. They think of me as nothing more than an ape, and they don't take me seriously.
Colonel: Wouldn't that, I say, wouldn't that work to your advantage, son?
Rico: But if I was four inches shorter and sixty pounds lighter no one would say anything about it, right? They would just pass me off as one of the guys.
Colonel: Are you insecure?
Rico turns to face a smiling Colonel.
Rico: Shut the fuck up, old man. You know what I mean. After all that I have done over the past year, people still don't take me seriously. What must I do to achieve that? Do I need to repeat my performance in MMA? Must I make people take notice?
Colonel: I'd say you have, son. You've beaten everyone in your path.
Rico: But there are still people like Johnny Brown who don't take me seriously.
Colonel: They're just jealous, I'd say. Jealous like the second place pig at a county fair.
Rico: They never change.
Rico shakes his head and continues his pacing. There is a knock on the door before it is opened.
"There he is!"
Rico turns to face the door and rolls his eyes.
Rico: Speaking of things that never change...
Mookie: Aw, c'mon big man, don't gotta be that way.
Rico: I thought we had a deal, half pint.
Mookie LaBraun stands in the doorway wearing a vibrant green pimp suit, complete with a wide brimmed hat, which he removes and places on an end table by the door.
Mookie: Deal, schmeal. I figured now that you gotta bit a gold 'round your waist, you could ditch Santa Claus here and we could make tha dream team!
Rico: On what planet would that be a good idea? You and your cousin did nothing but hound me until I finally sent the two of you packing.
Mookie: Well, I ain't speakin' for my cuz, but I can tell ya that I'm back!
Rico's eyes go wide as he marches forward and grabs Mookie by his oversized lapels on his jacket and hoists him into the air. Luckily for Mookie, the jacket was two size too big and he manages to slip out of the jacket and backs away from Rico.
Mookie: Ooo, looks like I still got it!
Colonel: Excuse me, I say, excuse me, Mr...
Mookie: Mookie. PHD in sellin' the good stuff.
Mookie moves around the desk and grabs the Colonels hand, shaking it with a toothy smile. He then takes up position behind the Colonel, and away from a snarling Rico.
Rico: You motherfucker.
Mookie: Easy big guy! Why can't we all be friends. You've gotta big match this week, right?
Rico: A simple roadblock, but even if it was, you'd be the last person I'd go to for help.
Mookie: Johnny Brown, he ain't a cool cat, I could help ya!
Rico: You know all about uncool cats first hand?
Rico smiles as Mookie looks at the Colonel.
Mookie: I'm insulted.
Rico: And you're about to be beaten into a pulp. It will give me practice before I get the opportunity to smash Johnny Browns bad English dental work down his throat.
Mookie: Says who?
Rico: You've got to leave some time.
Rico steps in front of the door and crosses his arms. Mookie looks back at the window.
Mookie: What floor we on?
Colonel: Fourteenth.
Mookie: Gramps, please, cut tha lies! You got an escape hatch around here.
The Colonel points to the door and Rico laughs.
Rico: Whenever you're ready, Mookie.
Mookie looks around and after contemplating, he runs around the desk and tries to slide through the legs of Rico, but the champion reaches down and grabs Mookie's ankle and lifts him up into the air by it. Smiling, Rico drops Mookie right onto a wooden coffee table.
Mookie: Pimp....Down....
Rico shakes his head and walks forward, grabbing the title off the desk.
Colonel: Where, I say, where are you going, son?
Rico: I have to go get ready to deport some British piece of shit. Because I know that like the shit stain there, Johnny Brown isn't going to listen to me. So while I can say everything that comes to me mind, the real talking will be done in the ring when I shut him up for good.
Rico takes a few steps toward the door.
Rico: And by the end of the night, there is no doubt in my mind that the True Brit is going to look like the sack of shit he really is. Then things will change.
Rico storms out of the room as the Colonel leans back in his chair.
Colonel: Thing will change, indeed.
He smiles some more and the weak moans of Mookie can still be heard echoing throughout the office as the scene fades to black.
"You're a dime a dozen, Johnny.
"You might have won a title last week, but nothing has changed about you. You are not suddenly the heir to my throne, and you are definitely not the next man to carry this Asylum on his shoulders. Yes, you think that you're big shit and you feel like your owed a title shot now, just like every other piece of trash peasant around here.
"And just like every single one of them, you're falling into the same patterns. Calling me stupid, saying that I have nothing going on in my head. That I am the dumbest of the dumb. Yet each and every week, I come out before my people and I give them no reason to question my intelligence. I talk a game tougher than most people can expect to ever see, and I then translate that into success inside of the ring. I am not some ape beating my chest because I haven't been fed. I am not some roided up freak who needs to have the biggest muscles in the joint.
"I'm the God damn King of the Asylum.
"Your King, Johnny, lest you forget that.
"And your APW World Heavyweight champion. The names that I have not only beaten, but also put to rest, may not mean anything to you, but they should. They should because in the cases of Chris Defoe, James Chambers and Chris Cyrus, they either stood at the top of this game once, or they were well known amongst the APW faithful. And to get to where I stand today, I made sure that I not only beat them, but I destroyed them. That I put the stamp on why I deserve to be where I stand right now.
"Which I'm sure you and your tea drinking ways are going to try and do. You are going to try and make a strong case for yourself to be added to that chamber. And quite frankly, I would welcome that thought, because then I could destroy you twice in the span of a month and a half and enjoy every bit of it.
"But I'm getting ahead of myself.
"Because before I can destroy you inside of that chamber, I am going to destroy you in front of your boyfriend, Jason Kash. I am going to make sure that each and everyone of the peasants in my kingdom see that you are nothing more than the bottom of the barrell. The best man of those that have no hope at rising up to the top. Yes, I know that you are the Tap Out champion, I know that you came so close to winning the battle royal last week...but all of that means jack shit, Johnny.
"Jason Kash was the Tap Out champion when he drew the undesireable pleasure of facing off against me, and I made short work of him inside of the ring. So while you might think you're better than him because you took his title, you're still just a bottom feeder. And quite frankly, because Kash beat you in that battle royal, I don't think you've actually reached his level just yet.
"Though I like how you try and play your words to your advantage. You think I kept my title away from you? How long have you been in the Asylum? A month? You've been on two shows? What makes you think that you would have had the chance to fight for my title. So, no, I haven't been hiding my title away from you in fear, I'm just not sold on you being a rightful challenger. Understand? You've got to show me that you are worthy of getting a title shot. And beating Kash and nearly winning a first blood battle royal against the rest of the peasants, well that doesn't really do it for me, you know?
"No, probably not. Because you're some hot shot who thinks he owns this place. Who thinks he owns my fucking kingdom. I don't need a crown or a robe to signify that I own it, the World Heavyweight title does that well enough. And soon, you'll know as well, don't worry about that. You might not want to understand it now, but after Asylum, you sure will.
"And who knows, maybe you'll even realize why I was removed from the mixed martial arts scene. You'll realize that it wasn't because I didn't have the heart for it, or because I couldn't cut it anymore. No, if you're lucky, Johnny, you'll realize that the reason I was forced out of that cage was because I ended someones life. Because I pummeled some poor sap until he no longer showed an signs of life. I know, I know, how on Earth am I hear if I've killed someone. Well, I've done my time, and when I was released, I felt like I still needed a way to vent my anger. And since the MMA route was still blocked...well, here I am.
"But you would know all of that if you had cared enough to do your research, Johnny. You would known every single word of that if you had cared enough to actually lern about who your opponents are instead of just running your British mouth and expecting all of us to care.
"You want to know why people actually take heed of what I say? You want to know why they care?
"Because I've backed it up.
"And as far as I'm concerned, you haven't.
"So the question becomes, Johnny, what can you prove this week? You've already been shut out ofthe Extreme Elimination Chamber at One Night in Hell, yet you still hope to prove yourself. To what avail? Are you hoping that you can replace me or Kash in the match? The two who have actually earned those spots. Or are you hoping that Reginald will take pity on you and throw you in out of good faith.
"Whatever your dream is, it doesn't matter really, because by the end of the night, the Tap Out champion is going to realize just why I am the World Heavyweight champion and why I was the most dominating Suicidal champion. You are going to realize that True Brit has no place being mentioned in the same sentence as yours truly let alone standing in the same ring. After all, you are just a simple peasant and I am the King of the Asylum.
"I am the most dominant force that the Asylum has ever seen.
"I will make sure that you are rudely introduced to my Kingdom of Madness.
"And your head will definitely be kicked in."
